The Silken East ^
^ ringed by satellites, each of whom believes himself an expert. Then there is a swaying in the crowd, and a miner edges in, picturesque in wide trousers and great flapping hat, and subsides by the tray on his haunches. There is a little cloth bag in his hands, tied very tightly round the neck with string. Slowly he unwinds the
string, and the masked eyes of the buyer glitter. No word is spoken. The seller is in no hurry. When at last the long string has been unwound, and the hand clasping the little globe of cloth relaxes its amatory grip, the mouth of the bag is turned down, and from its interior there flows into the tray the red stream of stones.
Then the buyer moves. His long, delicate, nervous, fingers reach out swiftly, and in an